A short story or novella with an a witch coming into her power unexpectedly and rather late in life.
To be saved by the proverbial hero and fated mate, who is also hunky etc etc.
A fantasy story with goodies and baddies and…
The winter solstice occurs in December, and in the northern hemisphere the date marks the 24-hour period with the fewest daylight hours of the year. That is why it is known as the shortest day of the year, or the longest night of the year.
The term ‘solstice’ derives from the Latin word ‘solstitium’, meaning ‘Sun standing still’. On this day the Sun seems to stand still at the Tropic of Capricorn and then reverses its direction as it reaches its southernmost position as seen from the Earth.
Pagan and druid communities, celebrate the first sunrise after the astronomical event and the winter solstice festival Saturnalia began on December 17 and lasted for seven days in Ancient Rome.
These Saturnalian banquets were held from as far back as around 217 BCE to honour Saturn, the father of the gods.
Yalda or Shab-e Chelleh (‘night of forty’) which is an Iranian festival celebrated on the “longest and darkest night of the year,” i.e. the night of the Northern Hemisphere’s winter solstice.
Every year, on the date of the Winter solstice, Iranians celebrate the arrival of winter, the renewal of the sun and the victory of light over darkness on Yalda Night.
Ancient Iranians believed that the dawning of each year is marked with the re-emergence or rebirth of the sun, an event which falls on the first day of the month of Dey in the Iranian calendar (December 21).
On this day, the sun was salvaged from the claws of the devil, which is represented by darkness, and gradually spread its rays all over the world to symbolise the triumph of good over evil.
And then there is:
The Feast of Juul (where we get the term ‘Yule’ from at this time of year) was a pre-Christian festival observed in Scandinavia at the time of the December solstice.
People would light fires to symbolise the heat and light of the returning sun and a Juul (or Yule) log was brought in and dropped in the hearth as a tribute the Norse god Thor.
So basically, a time for celebration for the returning of the light from the dark and good from evil in many cultures and thus a symbolic time for this storyline.
A fairly normal storyline but nicely done and easy to read, with some extra elements.
I have been writing and publishing romances since 1999 when I sold my first two books in the same week (after six years of flogging my work to editors who didn’t recognize the staggering genius within). Many of the books I’ve released so far have been romantic suspense. I’ve also squeezed in the odd contemporary and historical romance or two. I also write erotic paranormal and erotic urban fantasy romances. Just lately, I’ve been trying my hand at my very favorite — science fiction romance.
On March 8, 2011, I went indie. After thirty-five novels published with legacy publishers, I turned to self-publishing, and released the paranormal/urban fantasy romance, Blood Knot.
In the future, I will write a lot more science fiction romances, as well as paranormal romances and urban fantasy romances, and quite a few more romantic suspense novels. I really hope you’ll come along for the ride.
If you like audio and/or video documentaries, then you may like to listen to the podcasts I have been interviewed for. They are mostly writing related, but I do spend some time in each of them talking about me and my writing…and you get to see/hear what I look/sound like. 🙂
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When I tell people I’ve been writing since I was 14 they tend to look at me a little oddly, but it’s quite true. I fell in love with Harrison Ford and Star Wars at the exact same moment, and wrote the unofficial sequel in the following year. Of course, I had Han Solo and Leia falling in love long before the sequel came along, and in much more satisfying fashion than George Lucas ever managed.
What I didn’t realize at the time, and not for another twenty years or so, was that I had been writing fanfic, possibly the first of its kind.
On a completely off-topic side-note, I used to lie awake at night, listening to the Star Wars soundtrack on my record player, and re-playing the movie in my head, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be to somehow be able to play the movie at home, whenever I wanted. Eight years later I saw my first Beta cassette player. It was the size of a small suitcase and weighed 45 pounds. A few years after that I got to buy my first VHS movie – Star Wars. That was a reflective moment in my life.
However, while things have clearly changed over the years since my first bad attempt at getting a hero and heroine together on paper, two things have not. I’m still writing romances, and I’m still throwing my hero and heroine through a fair imitation of hell while they’re sorting their feelings for each other out — the essence of romantic suspense.
But hey, here’s the boring stuff: I’m Australian, although I live in Canada. I still have the accent, although I’ve been here almost two decades now. And I still have trouble remembering it’s a hood, not a bonnet and stuff like that — you’d be amazed how hard-wired culture really is. It calcifies internally, I think. But the mountains here are stupendous, so I think I’ll stick around. Besides, my husband is kinda cute. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention? I met him on the Internet back when it was a few HTML pages and a couple of bulletin boards or two, and me and the kids (three of us) packed up and moved here.
The kids are no longer really kids any more. They’re both taller than me now, but I didn’t say that aloud, okay? I’d still like them to think I’m the boss for a while longer, at least.